What's kind of irking you, but might work out OK in the end?

[Clodfobble]

Okay, so, I found the appropriate thread for this tale.

On Friday, three days before school starts, the school district informed our elementary school that their class ratios were unacceptable. Too many second-graders per class, not enough first-graders. One of the first grade teachers must become a second grade teacher, effective immediately.

First off--what the fucking fuck? This poor teacher is expected to do what?! Nevermind all the kids who have already met their supposed teacher, visited her classroom, set up their supplies in their desk, and so on.

Of course I'm telling you this story at all because they chose Minifob's teacher to fall on her sword. They spent all night Friday helping her move everything over to a new classroom and remake all her supplies, and then the principal called all the affected families on Saturday morning.

Fortunately, they moved him to another one of the teachers on our preferred list. We explained the change to Minifob, and he wasn't upset... because he didn't get it. He kept talking about how his new teacher, Ms. P, was going to be a substitute in Ms. McB's class. Or how his teacher was going to be some nonexistent combination of the two, named Ms. McP. So I marched down to the school building with him, hoping that surely someone would be there to let us in, and I could at least show him where his new classroom was.

We got lucky. I flagged down a teacher leaving the building, she let us inside, and it turned out his new teacher was actually there in her classroom setting up. She's a wonderful lady, and I think Minifob will do even better with her than he would have with his original teacher. So all's well.

I expressed my sympathy for the terrible situation the teachers were forced into, and she said there was actually one time the district had done it to them after school had already been in session for a week. They're just a bunch of giant dicks, apparently.